Traumafessions :: Reader Eric Z. on Son of Blob (a.k.a. Beware! The Blob)

Back in the mid-’70s, my town library showed movies for kids on Saturday afternoons: rows of chairs, reel-to-reel projector, the screen that you stretch open and hook at the top, etc. One Saturday (I was probably 7 or 8), the librarians walk around before the film with a bowl of candy. Thanks! I’ll have a Tootsie Roll, please. Then, the feature started: SON OF BLOB (a.k.a. BEWARE! THE BLOB). Harmless enough for an adult to watch, but when GODFREY CAMBRIDGE sits back in his easy chair, not knowing the Blob is waiting for him…let’s just say that the following scene of CAMBRIDGE, covered in Blob up to his neck screaming his head off, traumatized me for years to come.

UNKLE LANCIFER SEZ: While certainly the unfortunate demise of GODFRY CAMBRIDGE, both in real life and in SON OF BLOB, is lamentable, may we take one moment to consider the horrible fate of perhaps the ultimate Arbogastian “One you might have saved.” Yes, I’m speaking of this baby kitten whose curiosity gets him yanked out of a nearby kitchen window shortly after an ill-advised investigation of that damn blob with his wee little kitten paw! He never even got to fulfill his destiny of napping all day and begging for food all night. Why even a dog gets it in this movie, is nothing sacred?!!

Haily.
You got us all kinds of wrong! Kindertrauma castle is feline exclusive! We just know from previous cinematic experience that cats can by murdered left and right but the death of a doggy is the ultimate insult to the American dream ! We understand that the kitten in question’s life was affordable because it dared to ask with it’s paw “What the fuck is this shit?”, but murdering a doggie who was pretty much ready to follow the blob’s will if it offered a bone or two, goes against everything we are used to seeing in American film.